- Sat Aug 31, 2019 3:18 pm
Two figures made their way off the train. Unlike most, their faces were concealed by the hoods of their jackets, their heads down, their hands in their pocket. The taller of the two seemed to look about as though scared. The shorter one seemed to trudge on in a daze. Just one foot in front of the other. When the shorter figure seemed to wander more than a few feet ahead or fall more than a few feet behind, the taller one hurried towards him, grabbing his upper arm firmly and scolding him. The shorter figure would practically be joined at the hip for the seconds following then manage to separate again.
"Sit here!" the taller figure hissed, his temper seemingly short. The voice was undoubtedly that of a man, and the shorter figure's hood fell as he looked up at the man and rolled his eyes before slumping down on the bench, the man pulling the hood over his face before sitting down himself a comfortable distance away from the boy, though his arm stretched out over the back of the bench towards him as though worried one moment without contact would cause the boy to disappear.
"Why are we in bloody England anyway?" the boy muttered, not looking at his father. "Thought for sure you'd be glad to be rid of her. Could do what you wanted, then. Snog Kara, maybe even shag her?"
The man's fists closed tensely and he held his breath, releasing it with an internal count back from ten. His body relaxed--somewhat, but he didn't speak to the boy. How dare he say such a thing?! He wanted nothing more than to lash out at the boy, give him a backhanded slap to the face, but he couldn't. The boy was already callous enough--had been since his mother and sister had been murdered. He couldn't blame him for that, but much of what he said these days was far too hurtful for Casey's tastes.